This is a story I was told by a guy I used to work with a few years back. It is one of the reasons I tend to be wary around K - which is ironic since it was one of the first drugs I ever took. I'm telling it from his perspective...



It was at Glasto in the late 90s, and I bought a load of E off a guy camping near me on the first day of the festie. That afternoon I got pissed and, right before watching a band I was really looking forward to, I decided to take some of the E, so I double-dropped. Twenty minutes later I took another, just as the they were beginning to take effect and right as the band were starting.

I don't remember much more about that night, but I woke up (sort-of) totally lost and heading fast into a really bad K-hole that I didn't crawl out of till the last day